Lies and damed lies

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Discovery

The affair has really been going well every since the quickie. We are now spending more time together and he has even stayed the night. Because we do have genuine feelings for each other the sex is passion charged. We like to play games and explore some of the kinkier aspects. The fact that is married is a saftey net for me as well. I've been in relationships where my partner has looked at me with disdain for suggesting certain things. I feel freer and more honest than I have ever been.

For a man who says he has never done anything like this he seems incredibly comfortable with the situation.

I decided to play detective and see what my naughty boy has been up to. I found him very quickly. He made no effort to disguise himself on a 'no strings attached sex wanted site'. I was less shocked than I thought I would be. The feeling of relief washed away any guilt.

He listed his desires as 'lunchtime quickies' and afterwork sessions as well as weekend time on occasion. According to his profile his online activities stopped about the same time as his 'indecent proposal'.

Considering the site is quite 'down market' as well I can't help but wonder about the women he is likely to attract.

I wonder which is worse... some guy posting his details on a site and with possibly dozens of partners going back years or having a mistress and a safer option.

Late night visitor

Loverboy and I met for lunch yesterday. What transpired was nothing more than a friendly chat between friends without any hint of adulterous activities. As we are both in the same industry and we mainly discussed work. Without as much as a peck of the cheek or even a single touch we said our goodbyes. Later that night I received a SMS message asking me to 'get my toy out' and get ready for phone sex. When it was over he was emotional. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. He did make it clear this wasn't just about sex and he wanted a bigger role in my life.

The Rules of Being a Good Mistress

This morning my married lover and I rode together for work when his earlier train was cancelled. He was telling me about his plans for the weekend and the next vacation he is taking his wife on, receipes they like to cook together and everything else. I just listened and tried to be understanding. He really does love her and doesn't want his marriage to end. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He wants me to continue to see me and for me to be his wife’s friend. He says if I don't become his wife’s friend he will end it with me. They live in a gorgeous house and have the life I envy. My situation is weaker than the two of them together but better than if they were single like me.

I have now been given the rules. I am now adjusting to living under a different set of rules.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A878204

I am using these as a starting point to write my own Manifesto and set clear boundaries so I do not get ‘swallowed’ up in this. The apart about remaining emotionally detached and not falling in love is unfortunately already too late for me. I am in love.

Dating progress

I am still dating. Being a mistress offers no long term guarantee of commitment. Tonight I checked my inbox on Match.com and found this gem had winked at me.

Sadly he had no photo. But his stats are: age is 47; occupation 'student'; salary less than 12k; divorced; smokes regularily (I said in my profile I hate smoking) and here is the best bit his 'about me'.....

for fun:
I'm one of the last great english eccentrics, i live my life as a work of art.an existentialist zen poet.i
am orange, you are purple, chin chun chong, bad boy, 3.15 fontwell, bet a pony , win a monkey.I have nothing to declare except my Gnu...
favorite hot spots:
i would like to take my date up" the road less travelled"
favorite things:
smoking drinking
last read:
I read the Guardian Obits every morning... if i'm not in there then it is quite possible i'll get up at some point during the
day...

About that last bit - One can only hope!

Seeking a little stress relief

I was on my way home when I received a text message from 'him'. (note to self: I need to come up a suggestion on what to call him. 'My lover' sounds too cliche) Apparently he had a miserable day at work and fantasised about my lips. He wanted to know if my mouth would feel good wrapped around him and if I was really a swallower.

I had a flash back to the night when I was on top of him while his wife was waiting for him in bed unaware of what we were doing. I remember seductively taunting him with 'I love sucking cock and always lust after every drop'. I'm sure he had that in mind when he was texting me.

Unfortunately, as he was genuinely working late, and was probably already under suspicion, the encounter had to be very brief. I started the foreplay while he was on the train with some seductive and filthy texts of how much I was looking forward to taking him in my mouth and sampling his juices. I also let it be known that I was playing with myself as I typed.

When he texted me that he had left the train and was now walking down our road and wanted to finish things with a phone call, I had to explain that I was serious about him coming over for a quick oral release. "Are you serious? You know I have no time to talk or return the favour are you going to be OK with that?", he inquired.

"I just want to taste you", I purred. "Plus I have a nice cold drink for you as well. You don't have to say a word. When I open the door I'll hand you your drink and then drop to my knees. I'll have you de-stressed and on your way home in less than 5 minutes."

His unadventurous sex life left him a little unprepared about encounters with females more liberal minded in every sense of the word. Still a bit shocked that I was serious he protested and said that he couldn't risk going home with any evidence or strange smells. He hadn't quite believed that I seriously liked it. He thought most girls only did it in the beginning of a relationship and then only begrudgingly. I got the feeling his wife didn't do this sort of thing at all.

I promised him that I wasn't wearing perfume. True. His other concern was that our conversation had him to the point of "bursting" and he was afraid of any evidence. One lick might be enough to set him off. I re-assured him that as long he could manage to drop his pants quickly it wouldn't be a problem and I would take care of everything.

Finally he agreed and 4 minutes later came the knock on my door. I handed him the drink while he released himself to me. I took him in my mouth and felt him swell. I could tell immediately he wasn't going to last and skipped the part where I would normally tease him a bit with my tongue and instead took him fully into my mouth and wrapped my lips around him while my tongue caressed him. I then started to suck hard and prepare myself for swallowing. Never having done anything with him before I didn't know how much was to 'cum' so I prepared for a massive load.

I've been single now for 7 years. Before that I was with a guy with a very low sex drive, overly conservative and had health problems. Performing oral on is man is something I have not had a huge of experience with. Previous daliances provided mixed results. Often not worth repeating - great guy, fantastic looking cock but funky taste, wiffy smells, ugly bulging veins or the belief that nice girls don't- "It's dirty!!" Plus most of the time I was programmed to present myself as marriage material, not as a fuck toy.

When it was good it was very, very good. But finding a man with good material to engage in what could become one of favourite activities is difficult. I do enjoy it and have an enormous thirst but only for the right man.

This man is so gorgeous and perfect. He tasted yummy. The crescendo didn't disappoint either of us. I delivered an expertly done blow job and didn't miss a drop of his precious cum. I drained him completely dry.

He also downed his drink with even more speed, adjusted himself and departed home. The stop over was under my 5 minute estimate.

He passed my quality assurance 'cock test' with flying colours. I am more than delighted with the output and want more!!!

The Initiation

It started innocently enough. Having drinks with one of my female friends and getting a bit tipsy. We ended at her home where my house is just a short walk away. All was going well except her husband seemed a bit peeved and a bit off-ish with me. But how things ended with my friend gone upstairs to go to bed while I ended up have a tryst with her husband.

He had his fingers inserted deep inside me and hitting the spot while he was telling me how much he has always desired me. I remember how many times I came but I can't recall who got touchy with whom first. The next day brought a knock at the door.

The husband came over to discuss the previous night's misdemeanour. The discussion was cut short by more intimate play. Things didn't go as far as they could have. Both us were still adjusting to the rather sudden change of our relationship and the disbelief at finding ourselves as a pair of adulterers. I've slept with plenty of married men but never husbands of friends. He'd been worried I would lead his wife astray. Now here he was on my sofa and bringing to orgasm with his tongue. After returning the favour and giving him a blowjob, I suggested we have a cooling off period to access things before they went any further.

This was allegedly new territory for him. He claims he has never cheated in his life and now he was imploring me to become his mistress on a very regular basis. For me it is not quite my first encounter with a married man. But in previous cases sometimes the rat didn't tell me up front. In a couple of others I was a mistress in between relationships as and when it suited me. I have especially always maintained a safe distance from husbands of my friends no matter how gorgeous they were. Not sure why he was different.

He is my type and if he was single I wouldn't hesitate, as he is also one of the good guys. But with the attraction between us so strong, plus all the usual reasons men cheat and women like me get drawn in mixed up with a liberal amount of alcohol it was a train wreck. After a week of really graphic texts between us (during what was supposed to be the cooling off period) it officially ended with an afternoon drink and then some more appetisers back at mine. With no no partner of my own, life for me is less 'sex and the city' and more like 'tales of a nun'. Feelings of guilt were no match against our lust and they do not have kids.

There is something powerful and intoxicating about swapping saintly sisterhood for scarlet harlot. Even my bank manager must be wondering what on earth is going on. £250 on sex toys, new lingerie (and not the comfortable kind), perfume, new linen, wallpaper that turns bedrooms into a boudoir, stilettos, haircut, contact lenses (which I haven't worn in ages), gym membership and full hair removal as well as other assorted sundries. Our first proper tryst will be when he doesn't have to rush off....